“...You really shouldn’t believe rumors, huh,” Sparc Murtan, the commander of the White Tiger Knight Order, murmured after he finally pulled himself together.
“Are you talking about the rumor that I voluntarily left the palace because I wasn’t talented?”
Sparc flinched. It was becoming very obvious that Kireua spoke very straightforwardly even if he was degrading himself.
“You’ve seen me fight with your own eyes. What do you think?” Kireua asked.
“I think you are indeed His Majesty’s son.”
“Is that all?” Kireua tilted his head.
“And we made the wrong choice.”
Kireua was holding his sword against Sparc’s neck, so his neck must have been stinging. However, Sparc didn’t so much as frown; he was actually called “stone” for never revealing his emotions.
“I believed I was doing this for Avalon.”
Kireua frowned slightly. “Did you think Avalon would fall just because His Majesty is away? Avalon isn’t that weak.”
“Have you forgotten? His Majesty Joshua Sanders took the throne all on his own.”
“You could just say you started a riot because it seemed to be your chance, but you had to make it sound complicated, huh?” Kireua said.
“Why do you think the nobles thought so in the first place? His Majesty had no legitimacy but became the emperor through his strength and for vengeance. It was inevitable for an uprising to start.”
Kireua’s eyes turned cold. Just like him, Sparc was straightforward.
“I’ll be frank with you: on that day twenty years ago, the prestigious nobles held grudges against His Majesty, but thousands of the Imperial Knights supported Joshua Sanders.”
“Are you talking about the day that the Dark God died?” Kireua asked.
“Yes, but on the other hand, I should have expected it. His Majesty’s achievements inspired me and the other knights. Of course, you may not understand me because that happened before you were born.”
“You talk like you were there,” Kireua noted as he watched Sparc reminiscing.
“I was there.”
“...What?”
“Before I became Marquess Suspen’s knight, I was an Imperial Knight,” Sparc revealed, to Kireua’s surprise.
Even Cain was dumbfounded.
“I don’t remember seeing you,” Cain protested.
“You wouldn’t know me, Combat Emperor, because I voluntarily left the palace on the day Emperor Marcus died.”
“Mmm...” Cain grunted. He remembered what happened. After the death of Marcus ben Britten and Joshua’s ascension to the throne, many of the Imperial Knights had left the palace. Their reason was, of course, obvious.
“An Imperial Knight’s job is to protect the emperor of the Avalon Empire and the Palace, but all of us failed to do our job.”
“Well, you were fighting against my master.” Cain shrugged. “Besides, Emperor Marcus—”
“Yes, he sold his soul to the Demon Spirit, but we already swore our loyalty to him. We should have protected our master even if it cost us our souls.”
Cain looked at the incorrigible man and clicked his tongue. How could a man be so honest?
“I can tell what kind of path you walked down,” he said.
“Another reason was out of respect for the new emperor.”
Sparc looked straight into Kireua’s eyes. “Knights value their honor over their lives. They might not swear their loyalty to you even if they have to give their swords for the rest of their lives.”
“Even if I use their families to threaten them like Marquess Suspen, will they still disobey me?”
“I don’t think a member of the Imperial Family would do such a thing; if they did, I pity myself for devoting my entire life to a country like this,” Sparc said self-deprecatingly.
“Then trust me.”
Sparc frowned. The conversation was back to square one.
“Whether I believe you or not—”
“If you can’t believe me no matter what I say...” Kireua interrupted. He grinned. “...then what are you going to do? Losers have no choice but to obey the winner. If you have a problem with that, pick up your sword and defeat me.”
Silence fell upon the area.
“...Haha.”
After a moment, someone chuckled quietly. More people soon joined him.
“Gosh, Your Highness...”
“Isn’t this better? There’s nothing more pathetic than someone who talks big when he has nothing except his grand title.”
The relatively young knights responded to Kireua well, but the middle-aged knights waited for Sparc’s next words to make their decision.
“...Hah. I lost.” Sparc’s shoulders drooped and he lowered his sword. “We of the southern rebel army acknowledge our defeat by the national army,” he intoned in his usual monotonous voice.
It was the formal declaration of surrender. Kireua also lowered his sword and smiled.
“I accept your surrender.”
* * *
Meanwhile, Anna, who had been watching everything on the ramparts, grinned.
“I definitely have a good eye for character!”
An opaque bird landed on her shoulder.
“You’re back already? Good work.” Anna stroked the bird’s head.
Chirp!
“How are things in the north? From what I heard, Carmen von Agnus withdrew her army. Wait, did she find the traces she was desperately looking for?”
Chirp! Chirp, chirp!
Anna paid attention to the bird for a while, her eyes gradually widening.
“...Are you serious?”
Chirp, chirp, chirp!
“Unbelievable. I couldn’t find anything for over a decade, so how... No, no, that’s the only logical reason for Carmen to withdraw her army now.”
Chirp!
The bird elemental spirit, whom Anna called Lingling, flew vigorously into the air and circled overhead a long time, occasionally chirping loudly at the north.
Anna’s face turned grim. “...What do I need to do? If the northern rebel army withdrew to follow the tracks of Joshua Sanders... then is that okay for me to just trust Kireua on this?”
1. The raw is 제아무리 없는 곳에서는 나라님도 욕한다지만. It’s a Korean idiom about how it’s human nature to gossip. ☜